Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Roar

Rights
and wrongs the perplex of mankind
evolving with rules to be broken and fences to be mended, thrown to the
wolfs of today, standing with the fear of being brave, waiting to rise while
standing at the edge terrified of the fall. Silken locks and dry eyes are what
make young blood beguiled. When the capacity to sustain the madness is
drowning, she forgets the perplexes. No
more terrified to be brave, no more rules and no more fences…she looks to the
open sky and Roars